Ubi Sunt

A meditation on mortality and life's transience.

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It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset. - Crowfoot's last words (1890)

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It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime.

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It is the flash of a firefly in the night.

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What is life?

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Spring has come to our neighbourhood: http://twitpic.com/4v4ah

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Carpe diem, everybody.